With Love, Kylie

9. "You too, Butterfly."

2016 March 16

Practise

"Whoever told you to come back," Mr. Robinson started. "Are worth going to heaven." He laughed. "Anyway, Kylie, "The Budgets" and we are going to the semi-finals. I don't know what happened yet, but I will!"

"That's... good." I whispered.

"What if your orchestra suddenly got to the semi-finals?" Savannah's words kept running in my head.

"The semi-finals will be held in Florida, May 14th." Mr. Robinson spoke. "We'll have to take a plane to get there. But, we will go there with "The Budgets"."

"How long will we be there?" Some boy asked.

"Good question, Richard." Mr. Robinson started. "Four days."

"Boo! Boo! It's not worth it!" Selin shouted.

"Be aware that we're going there to perform, not to have fun." He gave her a disapproving look. "Let's start with the "Apple Island" everyone!"

After practise

"Wilston." A man approached me.

"I'm listening." I replied while putting my bass guitar in its place.

"Are you not aware of the fact that-"

"If it has to do anything of me signing a contract, then back off though guy. I'm not as weak as you think I am." I gave him a serious look.

"Come talk to us when you'll be more aware of the situation you and your orchestra are." He left.

"What was that all about?" Mr. Robinson came back to me.

"Look, come with me." I tugged his arm to go with me. "You deserve to know the truth."

As I walked down the hall with Mr. Robinson to Savannah's classroom I stopped right outside of her classroom. Various thoughts spun around my head. 

"Come in." Savannah shouted. "Oh, Wilston. My pleasure." She said as she gave me her hand.

As I stood in her classroom with Mr. Robinson I saw a few more people in here.

Like, that guy who talked to me earlier, Carol Williams and few of his kiddos.

"What's happening?" Mr. Robinson broke the silence.

"If Kylie doesn't sign this contract, you won't be going to the semi-finals." That man said, beating around the bush.

"And why's that?" Mr. Robinson looked at him, disappointed.

"We want Kylie." Savannah said. "We have 4 people, who need to sign this contract. Kylie is one of them."

"So you tried to give her what she wanted, huh? You gave us a ticket to the semi-finals, not for our performance, but just to give Kylie what she wanted?" He looked upset.

"Well if you put it that way-" That man started.

"Pathetic." Mr. Robinson shook his head. "This isn't the way I wanted things to go. I rather try harder and get to the semi-finals next year than cheat."

"Huh?" I looked at him. "You're willing to give up the semi-finals?" Mr. Robinson nodded and leaned into my ear.

"Don't sign it." He whispered. "I'll talk to you later. Come by my class later." And then he left.

"Well, then, you can kiss the semi-finals goodbye." Savannah laughed. "Anyway, we can give you anything. Money, fame, happiness, professional level, new guitars. Anything. Just say the word and we'll do it."